It has begun.
A little sooner than I thought, but it's certainly here. With avengence.
The burning desire to jump on a plane has crash landed into my life and caused Travel Republic's web traffic to shoot through the roof.
I so want to go. Now.
I haven't got the foggiest. The weather's still a bit crap, nobody's really there yet and not everything's open.
So why, oh why am I having to literally restrain myself from packing a suitcase?
I suppose I should explain what the hell I'm banging on about, just for the benefit of those that don't really understand, or aren't aware, of my colourful travelling history.
I'm holiday addicted.
It's a very expensive habit, and one that I don't really see myself kicking any time soon. Now, I get stick for this, not because I like going on holiday, but because despite protestations to the contrary, I always generally end up going back to the same place.
I'm addicted to holidays in Marmaris, Turkey.
If I had my way it would be one very long, extended holiday. But alas, I am skint, so holidays will have to do for the time being.
I think I know what's caused this to start so early on - it's because I had a plan. Yes, it was a rather ill-timed and niave plan, but it seemed like a good one at the time. Had things worked out with the boy, and by that I mean, had he not been practicaly mute for most of the winter, causing me to seriously question my own sanity, then I planned to go out there for the week, which would have been next week. Instead, the reality of the matter is, I'm not going out next week, in fact I'm not going out for a little while yet, and things certainly have not worked out with the boy, because I actually don't even know if he's working there this year at all.
Part of me hopes not.
One day I will be over this, I promise.
Is it wrong to be very excited about a holiday, yet at the same time, really quite worried about the state I may come home in? I don't want it again, I can't do all that again, it doesn't work, I've tried, so I'm going to try my damned hardest not to. However, me, vodka and the sight of a certain person really don't go together well, if you throw Efes into the mix, then my god, you're really asking for trouble. So that's why a little bit of me is hoping I don't have to deal with it. Will I succeed? Only time will tell I guess, but this time I know how it ends, so really, what is the point? Just show me the Efes, baklava and a chicken kebab or three, and I'm a happy girl - I don't need a broken heart, thanks very much.
I wouldn't mind, but he still owes me 16 TL.
Another reason why I'm quite keen to escape is the weather. I can't swim very well, so this torrential monsoon-like situation isn't filling me with much joy. It certainly didn't fill me with much joy when my ceiling started leaking yesterday either - trying to sleep with a 'drip drip drip' backing track isn't easy, let me tell you. Will it ever stop?! I have beautiful summer clothes that need wearing before they go out of fashion!
This is quite a depressing post isn't it? I do apologise, it's the rain - again blame it on the weatherman. I think I've got a derivative of SAD. Show me the sunshine and I'm smiling.
Speaking of which, I think I may go and indulge in something else that never fails to make me smile ......
Ben & Jerry's.
If you were thinking other things, shame on you and your filthy mind!
I have discovered Ben & Jerry's Karamel Sutra and OMG - who needs a man when you've got a tub of that bad boy? It hits places that no dude ever could. So of course I've bought three tubs. It would be rude not to.
In fact, I think I can hear it calling my name ......
Diet? What diet?